pro-antagonist:In the Grip of Grace - by proantagonistThere was a faint but familiar scent in the ai
pro-antagonist:In the Grip of Grace - by proantagonistThere was a faint but familiar scent in the air that troubled Thor’s heart and sent him wandering about the apartment. He found a small bedroom that contained a flimsy, metal-frame bed and very little else. The closet door was cracked open, but no clothing or other personal items were to be found. Just an empty wire coat hanger, swinging ever so slightly like it had been recently disturbed. Thor stared at a small pile of blank white paper on the floor before the open balcony doors. There was no writing on the pages, and the outside breeze blew them peacefully across the floor.The apartment was like a blank canvas. It was as if a ghost had lived here and was trying to speak—yet could only hint at its presence.Though Thor wanted to dismiss the idea that his brother would ever live in such a place, all it took was to walk over to the unmade bed and take hold of the lifeless pillow. Thor lifted it to his nose, inhaled, and his throat went tight with emotion. His brother’s scent was ingrained in his memory. It brought his face to Thor’s mind as clearly as if he was standing right there.Loki. -- source link
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